In the corner of the crowded city, Lin Mo guarded the night market stall and used an old iron pot to stir up all the tastes of life. He was an ordinary takeaway boy until late that night, when he took an order to be delivered to the deepest part of the village in the city. The person who took the order was a rickety old man, and he was handed a rusty iron pot as a tip. The old man said: "This pot has seen the smoke of fireworks for three generations. If you use it well, it can come back to life."
Three days later, Lin Mo lost his job. When the landlord threw his last two suitcases on the street, the pot rolled out of the box, and a warm light flashed across the edge of the pot in the sunlight.
